Joyce Vincent was 41 when she was found dead in her home, but she was 38 when she died. For three years, from 2003-2006, her body lay surrounded by Christmas gifts she was planning to wrap; the television still on. How does this happen? Especially to a woman who was social, who two-years prior had a high-powered job at Ernst and Young, who had rubbed elbows with celebrities, and who wanted to get married? That’s what Carol Morley set to find out. But her new documentary film, “Dreams of a Life,” is about more than just Joyce Vincent, a young, beautiful London woman whose parents were from the Caribbean and who no one seemed to miss when she was gone. It’s about life, death, and loneliness.”
Here’s an article on her, explains more fully http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/oct/09/joyce-vincent-death-mystery-documentary
I read up on this a couple of years ago and it’s extremely heartbreaking.
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"Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating."
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worse feeling ever to be asked this question by the one you love
omfg literally my bf and I a few weeks ago
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"I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another."
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